Three years ago, Bella was married and had two children. Her husband and the two children died in a car crash, leaving Bella alone in the world. Today, she's still coping with her loss. Meeting new people hasn't worked for her lately, that is, until she finds herself chatting up an interesting bar owner. All human, some OOC.
Oh, I don't own Twilight. That goes to Stephanie Meyer.
She walked down the same street every day; Mayfield Rd. As soon as she hit that dirt road at the park, her mind would always wander off to the same place. It wasn't normal; it had been three year since his death, and the death of her two children. But somehow, she still couldn't stand to not walk the same route every morning. Since the first day they met, they always walked down the same road, at the same time no matter what. It was just their simple routine. When they had gotten married, they had two children. And every morning, they would walk their two children down that same path.
The path off of Mayfield Rd. wasn't just an old dirt path; it was a shortcut into town. Mayfield Rd was about two miles from town, if you took the main road. If you took the dirt path, you could get into town in just fifteen minutes. But her family wasn't interested in the shortcut. No, the dirt path also led to an underpass under the main road "highway". Their secret spot, as he would always say. Nobody else seemed to know about it. Apparently, the dirt path seemed too spooky for any of the elderly couples or young children that lived on Mayfield Rd. Either way, it became the place that she spent most of her time with him. That is, until three years ago.
No, she wouldn't think about it. It didn't seem right to remember the horrible times. She fought against her mind to think of something happier, but the memory seeped into her focus with such force that she couldn't keep walking. Her legs buckled under her, and her knees hit the dirt with a thud. She should've been more concerned with the rock that was embedding itself into her shin, but her mind was elsewhere.
"It's only seven in the morning. Give them some time, its Saturday," he mumbled as he buried his face into the pillow even more.
"The coffee shop opens earlier today though, and I want to try their new cappuccino before we go into town. Please?" she pouted.
She sat upright on her side of the bed; legs crossed Indian-style as she gave him her best pouting face. She knew it always worked, even after being married for 4 years. He groggily looked her way, and noticing her face, sighed and lifted his body off the bed. He sat up lazily and looked at her.
Before he got up to go get ready for the day, she heard him mumbling, "Of course my wife chooses a Saturday to wake up early. Any other day, she'd much rather be late to work than get out of bed."
She smiled triumphantly as he closed the bathroom door, before getting up and walking into the next room-
The rock began to cause even more pain, as it cut through her skin and muscle. She cursed under her breath as she shifted her weight to the other side. She pulled the rock out of her leg, and began to examine the wound. As soon as she got into town, she would have to get a band aid...or two. Bella dragged herself up from the ground and began to walk clumsily down the path again. She was used to blood by now. These past years, she had become accustomed to the rusty smell and weightless feeling that followed a cut.
So....how'd it go so far? Any suggestions? I'm pretty open to changes and everything. My vision isn't clear yet as to what I'm going to do with this plot.